Triessa came in late, and after she got in she seemed immediately interested in one of the Place Between's concrete walls, peering at it closely as the others spoke and even poking it with a fingertip. An alert eye might have seen the concrete shimmer slightly and distort around her finger, as though temporarily soft as clay. Just a little.
"Hmph," she muttered and finally looked up at the newcomers and old friends alike. Her face was a bit drawn, and she had some bags under her eyes, half-hidden by her classes.
She'd come out of the factory with burns down one of her arms, and nearly unconscious from that noxious smoke. It was little more than sheer stubbornness keeping her on her feet, and she didn't last long before needing to be helped along. Not long after that she finally passed out and had to be taken to a hospital. There Triessa had plenty of time to think about the debacle she'd participated in, consider all the things she could have done differently, and remember the friend she'd lost because of it.
Triessa hit a kind of rock bottom while convalescing...and vanished from the hospital entirely, causing no small amount of consternation.
Aside from a mysterious text a day later where she let the team know she was alright, that was the last anyone had heard from her.
And now she had a ring with the seal of the Seekers on it.
"Back when we took this...wipe out the fake food place job," she said, looking at Michael,
"The subject of compensation was brought up. Not that any amount of money would make what we lost worth it, but several of us have hospital bills. So lets get the old business taken care of before we talk new business." On saying 'new business' Triessa nodded at the two newcomers.